Simply his

*Meadow*

I opened the door of my loyal 20-year-old truck and picked up a bouquet of flowers from the backseat. There are many flower vendors near the cemetery , but I always purchase from a little old store near my mother's old home.

The owner was my mother's friend , and she knew that every 2 weeks I was coming to visit her so she would put extra effort into making an nice bouquet for mom, with her favourite flowers. I always offer to pay the full price ,but in the same way, she always refuses, only allowing me to pay half of it. I wasn't going to argue, she was one of my mom's best friends, and still had those watery eyes when she saw me walk in to get the usual arrangement.

" Morning sweetheart , I got your special package waiting for you, just give me a minute, and I will go get it from the back."

she was just adorable ; her daughter was so young, barely 17 and was already inserted in the family business. She smiled at me and waved from her corner where she cut and remove the best thoughts from each Rose, so it would be manageable to handle for anyone who bought them. I waved back and then welcomed the nice bouquet in my hands, getting into the usual argument about how much should I pay.

The day was gray ; I shrugged it since I didn't really care , I was really down this weekend.